The frosty sky last night was full of promise for this morning and I was not disappointed. The moon was crisp and clear allowing me to get my only decent picture of the moon in 40 years of trying!
A walk up the field with the terriers and a cold wait while they dug holes looking for moles in the bankside ensured frost nipped finger tips. Fingers quickly thawed out in time to take a few pictures of gloriously coloured bramble leaves in the scrub.
Back in the orchard Pip was not looking too impressed with her first winter.
And Duck was having a damn good look before he committed himself......